The evidence, for me, lies in the pains
Displayed upon their furrowed, worried faces
As I explore the corpse, but find no traces,
Tasked with analyzing the remains.
Hold it together, Doctor, keep your cool.
Here comes the part no scientist enjoys:
“These skeletons are not your missing boys
Exhumed at Richard Henry Indian School.”
I feel I lack—like them—the heart, the liver,
Life-granting, vital fluids—bile and gall;
No word of cure nor ceremonial shawl;
Removed, returned, re-buried at Wind River.